Cemetery Row Songtext

Eyes that never close, hands too numb to hold a glass or matchstick.
Everybody knows this old house is cold and crowed with halfwits.
Cemetery Row is not such a bad place -- don't you want to go?
Bars that never close one every corner, Cemetery Row.

Lemonade and gin.
Life is wearing thin by general consensus.
Nothing is a sin.
Fall out of your skin so free and defensless.
Cemetery Row is not such a bad place -- don't you want to go?
Bars that never close one every corner, Cemetery Row.

Used to be afraid.
Now we love to fade into the procession.
No more the insane
Memory lane runs in the other direction
Cemetery Row is not such a bad place -- don't you want to go?
Bars that never close one every corner, Cemetery Row.
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